Speaking of Being Made Only of Questions

Today, as Silas sat on the top of the trashcan eating a hard-boiled egg:

What day are we going to die? What day are you and me going to die?
I don't know. Probably not for a long long time.
But how are we going to get to heaven?
I think Jesus will take us.
But how long will it take?
I don't really know -- these are things we don't know. They're the mysteries. We just know that death isn't the end.
... (more thinking, more questions)
Is the end of counting when we die?
What?
When we can't count anymore, is that when we die?